I don't have one. Mine crashed. My cell phone, that is. Unfortunately, I don't know any of my friends' phone numbers. I've had to resort to sending messages on Words With Friends on my Kindle. Asking for phone numbers. And explaining why I've been so elusive.

But the truth is, it's liberating. I've even contemplated getting rid of it all together. I know. That's drastic. But I
do have a home phone. Which I refer to as a wall phone. It's cordless, but still, it plugs into the wall.
If I'm completely honest with myself, I'd admit that the reassurance I get from knowing I can be reached in an emergency is more than offset by the feeling of being constantly on call.
But if I'm even more honest with myself, I'd admit that I'm really looking forward to having lots of texts, missed calls, and voice mails waiting when I finally plug back in to reality.
One more picture from Charleston. Our first-hand experience with Tropical Depression Beryl.
No entry for a week ?
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I know! Nothing big going on. Just catching up from getting my rental house ready and my trip to South Carolina. And a coupla' doctor's visits with Daddy. Things are good, though. Thanks for asking!
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